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"Daddy sing?" she asks and I reply, "No, definitely not daddy..."

New neighbours have moved in. They have an interest towards opera singing.

It's an uniquely quaint experience on a warm, clear day like today when their windows are wide open because I'll be standing in the kitchen mixing up a batch of muesli and in the background a young Asian man is singing classical music in Italian. I look out the window and there is his teacher, waving his arms around, conducting and guiding.